Greetings friends of the Silver BloggerWhat is one of your favorite memories of your mother?. community, I am once again responding to the call from @ericvancewalton, in his 45th version of Memoir Monday, where he asks us: [What is one of your favorite memories of your life?]
There is something very important in personal relationships, which is not easily achieved, even though many times one believes that one has it, finding it is really something powerful, and realizing that it has been irremediably lost is painful, but along the way we learn to reproduce that with those who depend on us, the children, it is about trust, which in turn generates confidence.
When I came home from school, the first thing I did was stand next to my mother, who was doing some chores, to tell her in detail, everything that had happened, when I was not with her. This was my mother's way of knowing about my day to day, so she learned about my pranks, which were reasons for laughter, later on. That's how she knew about my fears, my likes, and also my dislikes at school.
My mother holds me in her arms and I look at her, one of my oldest photographs.
My mother was my confidant, I told her everything, there was, and I hope I can explain it, such a special connection, which lasted throughout my life, while she was alive. Maintaining that precious bond was always my goal. When something important happened in the family or in my life, I immediately thought, “I have to tell my mom this,” and that continued throughout my adult life. Since we were not geographically close, I would call her on the phone or wait for her to call me to tell her what had happened.
Even 26 years after her passing, when an important event occurs in my life, like a fleeting flash, I feel the desire to tell her and I simply say to myself, “She already knows,” because I believe that from the plane where she is, she can know everything about me, without me telling her. I like to maintain that belief.
I also remember our moments of laughter as something indelible. When she was happy, she sang, danced, told stories of her childhood and youth, and the way she did it, with a laugh trapped in her throat, that made her talk like threads, she almost suffocated laughing, it was contagious and a great commotion was formed. I longed for those moments, she encouraged them. Every time we could, we sat down to tell stories and laugh. That easy laugh for nothing for nothing, that made the cheeks hurt, filled the eyes with tears and even made the back hurt from laughing so much is another indelible memory I have of my mom.
Time has worn away the photograph but not the memory of her smile
How good were those moments of laughter, of play, of pleasant conversation, that formed of my mother that image of a fun woman even in the worst moments. My favorite memory of my mother has to do with that atmosphere that was formed in our chat meetings. I feel happy to know that I had the best relationship with her.
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Is it my imagination or did you bring out his smile? Even though she's gone, through those beautiful memories, she remains. It's the same for me, but with my deceased father: sometimes I think of telling him something and then I remember that he's gone. A hug, my friend
My mother and I are very similar and it is something that I like, I would also love to have her character. That feeling of wanting to tell them things, it won't go away, it's something we get used to in that form of closeness we have with them. Greetings, friend
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Oohh @charjaim 🤗 are you look alike your belated mother too? I think the smile is similar. Oohh I can imagine that kind of laugh. Laugh to laugh at , what beautiful memories to remember as long as we live.
The way she made you stand next to her and repeat the story of the day when you're away from her was kinda a good habit which made you write a good post about everything here on hive, no?
I know a friend's mother who loves to interview me to know about her quiet daughter and we have a good time laughing at her daughter 😁🤭 well, my friend didn't know about that.